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Sep 2016
Looking in the mirror, you see the glimpse of another man's narrative before he dies;
He steals every motion, every thought; He stares with those bright inquisitive eyes.

And He'll mouth the same dilemmas and burn the same dreams
And he'll nick the same scars and swallow the same screams,

And you put your hand to the cool unforgiving glass,
Banishing you to the forgotten side of the morass,

And by the by, He will go on his own way,
He'll abandon you, he'll let you decay,

And the walls will close around you
In this endless game of guess who,

And the door will start to close,
You're the only one who knows

That here you sit, all alone,
Reflection cast into stone,

Just a shadow.
Just so.
The Nameless
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The Nameless  22/Other/I don't know where I am
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